If only I could feel the warmth,
radiating off of your skin.
I don't want to miss our,
knowing that's where I should have been.
The brush of your body,
The pulse of your heart.
I want to lay with you,
just inches apart.
Your arms holding me,
hearing the pulse in your chest.
Your voice saying my name.
The rhythm of your breath.
radiating off of your skin.
I don't want to miss our,
knowing that's where I should have been.
The brush of your body,
The pulse of your heart.
I want to lay with you,
just inches apart.
Your arms holding me,
hearing the pulse in your chest.
Your voice saying my name.
The rhythm of your breath.

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